I might be a fake Ultraman

"Congratulations...Miss Ayako Shiranui!" Mr. Mano handed the letter of introduction to Ayako Shiranui in front of everyone.

But Ayako Shiranui's expression was a little complicated.

"Tch, lucky guy!"

That's right, luck.

Because after Bailiyuan, Mr. Mano was not interested in other people's cooking. After all, he was almost full after eating a whole bowl of soba noodles. Even the tastes of the other four judges seemed to be affected. May be giving too high a rating.

This kind of situation is known as "retaining flavor" in the cooking world!

Generally, it refers to the use of irritating or special tastes to affect the taste of diners, thereby causing taste interference to the food that diners want to taste later, thereby reducing the evaluation.

If it is used to interfere with the taste of other people's dishes, it is called "taste blocking".

If it is to leave a taste and complement the taste of the food afterwards, it is called "taste collaboration".

The former is simple and rude, while the latter requires superb cooking standards.

But everyone couldn't figure it out, how could a bowl of bland buckwheat noodles block the taste?

Nobody thinks about dirt.

In fact, the taste blockade of that bowl of soba noodles is not only effective in taste, but also in psychology.

Before Bailiyuan, there was only Momoka Fujii who was driving a steamroller, and then Ayako Shiranui was the first to bring out the dishes. After all, the production speed of sashimi was indeed faster.

Ayako Shiranui always felt that her victory was a bit invincible, but she didn't feel too much guilt. After all, she is a descendant of the ninja family. As long as she can win, the process is not important.

but……

Ayako Shiranui looked at Baili Yuan who was chatting with Miyamoto-san and Fujii Momoka, and frowned and thought.

Baili Yuan who can make that kind of soba noodles is definitely not an ordinary person.

but……

"The final winner is me!"

Holding the letter of introduction, Ayako Shiranui turned around and left under the envious or jealous eyes of others.

...

The exchange meeting came to an end, and everyone was ready to leave.

Many people left during the day, only a few people stayed, but usually because there was no car, and they were planning to leave the next day.

The hotel became deserted again.

Yanye Town does not have a large number of immigrants, so there are not many people who will stay in hotels. In order to attract foreign tourists and promote the city's economy, Yanye Town is also constantly building large-scale construction projects. Most of the mountains next to it have been destroyed, and they are planning to build a paradise. .

Mr. Mano stood in front of the window of the hotel room, looking at Yanye Town in the night, and suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

Leaning on crutches, Mr. Mano walked on the street alone. There were not many people on the street at this time.

During this time, Mr. Mano has been thinking about the taste of the bowl of soba noodles that Bailiyuan made for him.

After eating that bowl of soba noodles, other foods seem to lose their flavor.

"What a great culinary skill."

Logically speaking, with the other party's cooking skills, Mr. Mano should have given the other party a letter of introduction, and he did. After the competition, he went to find Baili Yuan, but he was rejected.

The reason for the refusal is also very simple, because he has to go back to work.

"My cooking is not for fame and fortune, but for doing what I love to do."

These are the original words of Baili Yuan's rejection of Mr. Mano.

It's simple and sincere.

Mr. Mano couldn't refuse.

In this regard, Mr. Mano can only sigh.

At this time, a soba noodle stand in the distance attracted his attention.

Because the slogan shouted by the bald stall owner was a bit strange.

"Who the fuck buys soba noodles?!"

"Soba noodles?" Mr. Mano pursed his lips, "Go and taste it, people like Baili still choose an ordinary life, maybe this ordinary roadside stall also has surprises."

...

The three of Bailiyuan called it the last car to go back. Although it was already dark, they could wait at the port for a while and take the earliest transport ship back to the base.

There is also a dedicated lounge at the port, so the three of them are not worried.

"Senior Baili, why did you reject Mr. Mano's letter of introduction?" Fujii Momoka asked a bit puzzled, holding a backpack in her arms, which she bought in Yanye Town.

"Fujii, don't take this kind of thing too seriously. With Baili's ability, he will definitely have a place in the culinary world in the future." Mr. Miyamoto said to Bailiyuan.

"I just think it's too troublesome." Baili Yuan scratched his head.

Fujii Momoka didn't ask any more questions, but she still felt a little pity.

"It would be great if I was the one who got the recommendation letter." Fujii Momoka fantasized, but fantasies are just fantasies after all.

At this time, the bus stopped suddenly and braked suddenly.

"what happened?"

The passengers chatted.

And the driver in the driver's seat also explained.

"There's someone up ahead."

"Someone?"

Some passengers came out and looked outside.

A figure stood in front of the bus.

The driver got out of the car.

"Hey, it's very dangerous, what are you going to do...uh!"

The driver was kicked away by the figure, he was really kicked away, then hit the bus and fell to the ground.

The passengers exclaimed.

Baili Yuan's expression changed.

Although the driver is not dead yet, the driver's breath has become weak at that moment. If he is not treated in time, he will have to wait for death.

Some passengers bravely got out of the car, and Bailiyuan and Mr. Miyamoto also followed.

Fujii Momoka was asked by Mr. Miyamoto to sit in the car.

Fujii Momoka is holding her backpack, ready to open it at any time, because it contains her transformation device!

Bailiyuan first came to the driver's side, and then while the others were not paying attention, he treated the driver briefly to ensure that the driver would not die.

"Hey, who the hell are you!"

"Yeah, why beat someone!"

Someone shouted.

Although the other party kicked the driver away just now, but now that there are so many of them, they are naturally more courageous.

And the figure standing in the darkness also walked under the light of the headlights.

It was a figure with the head of a rabbit, with hair growing on its body, and a pair of blood-red and eerie eyes.

"Ah! What is this?"

Someone was taken aback.

"Wearing a doll costume?"

"Damn guy!"

"Wait, that's not human!" Baili Yuan shouted.

After hearing Baili Yuan's words, the others were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"What else can it be if it's not a human?"

"I think it's a villain in a doll costume!"

"It's a weirdo! It has appeared in the city before, and the Victory Team has announced the existence of the weirdo, and there is not only one weirdo!" Baili Yuan explained.

After hearing Baili Yuan's words, Mr. Miyamoto's expression changed, and he drew out two kitchen knives.

As a chef, it is normal to carry two kitchen knives with you.

However, Mr. Miyamoto's actions startled the others.

"Everyone stand back, the monsters are dangerous, they are Kamen Rider's enemies!" Miyamoto-san shouted.

Sorry, there have been fewer recently. The hospital is really not a good place to code words, which greatly affects the feeling of writing.

Although my grandfather has finished the operation and is in good condition, but the later recovery is more difficult, and the grandfather always has his own ideas, he must be watched, and the family members also take turns staying up late to take care of him. The author is in the first half of the night, so things are not easy. , for the time being, I can only focus on grandpa, so I can only update as much as possible.

There are very few updates this month, and it feels more sinful. I will send a red envelope in the group to make amends on New Year's Day. I am very busy every day. I saw a Christmas car driving in the group at night and realized that today is Christmas Eve. Really. forget……

Finally, thank you for your support. When grandpa is discharged from the hospital and the author returns home, I will try my best to add more.